The Sway:      

I move sound with feeling streaming from me. Free falling colors focused into wings. Pinpoint precision, framing out a foundation  congruent to being elated.  Sharpening the tools, setting in muscle memory. On this stage we're compelled to create, what we would want to see. Thick moods in harmony.  I'm in love with this heart rush, And we can't help but smile, as we dig in. Swirling clouds of pure creativity, from this sound endless possibility. Knowing, this is the case, we choose to, make it interesting. Shifting time we play with core rhythm, guide a new the sway just for the fun.  We only play for the love, only play for the love!  We move round inspired, dance wildly.  Stretching our limits, lock down and repeat again. Face down in texture, tasting every note that we play. It's more truth then we could ever say.  And I'm in love with the sound. The thrill in wave masonry. Wielding boundless power.  Say what a vibe, what a storm rolling.  A charge in the air and you know its only a matter of time. Paint sky a tone of wizardry  Casting into being physical reality Light grows drawn to finger tips Polyhedral shapes massive cloud native Reaching across a red thunderous wave Cleverly faceted eyes seemingly centuries older then mine. Wingtip to wingtip puts mountains in shade Riding the edge of the storm, every beat is a ripple in time. Caught in our heart nets we dip out Shimmering fragments let it loose  Formless and raw.